Ironsides Family/Bowie/Nightmare Positions

Nightmare from the Demon of Dwilight

Dream sent to Bowie Ironsides (1 recipient)

Bowie awoke in the judicial chamber of the Fissoan palace. He was wearing the robes and headpiece of the realm’s Judge. A man knelt before him pleading for payment on his massacred herd. Apparently, an infantry unit ignored his claim that monsters were in the forest and later that day those monsters devoured the man’s cattle. The infantry say he did it himself, but the evidence obviously shows monsters did it. Then again, the infantry assert, the man could have forged the evidence to gain recompense. It was a boring and messy case and Bowie thought inside about ending it quickly and being done with his day. There was no easy answer since no one witnessed the monsters or the man devouring the animals. The proof that did exist was being made suspect by the accused.

Suddenly, the Demon of Dwilight stood before Judge Bowie in a pleading gesture, he then stood straight and spoke.

“Is this how you wanted to spend your life?”

“It would not be in vain,” answered Bowie, “I worked hard to earn this position.”

“Positions, work, you sound like a peasant striving to ascend his class.” Sneered the demon.

“Why did you do this to me?” begged Bowie.

“You invited me.”

Bowie was now standing on a balcony overlooking the city of Sallowtown. The people did not trust him, but had to believe in him since he showed them the claw mark and performed the Feeding of the Pit ritual. No one outside of their culture and society could know how to do it the way he did unless he really was the incarnate. And he was.

The Demon of Dwilight was now standing beside him, overlooking the city too.

“Am I Sallow’s incarnate?” Wondered Bowie.

“Yes. He said so,” said the demon, “He promised you immortality, right?”

“Yes.”

The demon snickered and said, “Soul trade at its finest.”

“Soul trade? The mystical path to transcendence?”

“Did you really want this city, or did Sallow?” probed the demon,

But Bowie was not allowed to answer for now he found himself in the vault of Flowrestown checking and balancing the finances of the whole realm. At the same time an infantry Captain was reporting to him the details of the Viper Legion’s defeat in Turbul against the monster Scourge.

“And what did the Marshal order?” barked Bowie, trying to divide his attention between both tasks.

“Retreat, Lord, retreat.” The Captain responded.

The Captain turned and left Bowie alone, who sat back and exhaled.

The words on his ledger suddenly changed from numbers and figures to a burning scribble, it said,

Harvest Report: You won’t miss it. You are meant for better things. The things I want for you. Love, The Demon of Dwilight.

(((=)))

Darkness ate the light as the dream faded away.

Demon of Dwilight,

Spring of 10 YD